I am completely befuddled as to how the alt right and fringe
right are carrying so much power in this country. They are not a majority, in
fact far from one. They are very active and vocal. Yet, for some reason the
Republicans keep moving farther and farther to the right. And I mean right
wing, not conservative.
In some ways, the populist alt right goes counter to the
Republican establishment’s agenda, yet the establishment keeps courting them at
every step. I would say this is a political standoff or a tug of war, yet, the
alt right etc… is slowly winning. Obviously,
Trump’s victory shows they are winning.
Did this start with Trump even a few years ago when he
started his birther movement? No, we have always had an element of the far
right in our country. It is how emboldened they have become and the Republican
leadership acquiescing to them that is amazing. You have to think and I have
mentioned this before that the alt right has some major league funding from
some money sources in our country.
And this is a backwards way of showing how much of a failure
the Democrats have become because quite frankly most Americans are not this far
to the right. Most are moderately conservative, yet a moderate Democrat can
carry the country in an election if they had a message. And that seems to be
the Democrats problem: no message, no direction, no leadership, no
personalities except for Biden and Sanders and both of them are in their 70’s
so no future.
Anyway, the alt right seems to be winning by default because
no one is rising to leadership in either party that resonates with the vast
majority of the country. There are many conservatives who support Trump for
reasons I cannot wrap my mind around and I wonder what would it take for them to
break ranks. Even rational conservatives are moving to the right in the wrong
direction. As I always say, we need new
parties and new leadership. And right now, we could lose our Constitution to a
minority group that does not give a rat’s backend for our Constitution, but
yells the loudest about being American and patriotic. I just do not understand.
Time to step up America.
And now back to the story
Twenty-one days before Congressman Greg was shot about half
way around the world a young boy realizes it is almost dinner time and heads
down to the corner where the market is to meet his Dad. He had been doing this
for years. He waits for about an hour. Dejected he walks home. Every now and
then his Dad would have to work late. His Dad worked in the Capital of their
country and they lived in a quiet suburb or what in America would be considered
a suburb. Here this is more of a village that the Capital had grown and was
devouring.
He went home to tell his Mom he was okay and Dad hadn’t come
home yet. His Mom was crying on her bed and when he walked in she grabbed him and
hugged him tight. She had just received a call that her husband was missing.
And in this country, missing meant missing. She knew she would never see him
again. No one from the government said it. She knew he was dead and that their government
killed him. She was extremely angry at him, yet extremely sad he was gone. She
held the boy for quite a while crying the whole time. The boy had no idea why,
but stayed with his Mom even though he was very hungry.
She knew her husband’s dreams for their country. And she
always feared he might try and do something about them. Apparently, he did.
Most nights when the boy would go to meet his Dad there were
other men waiting for his Dad. Many nights his Dad would have stopped and
spoken to one of them. The others just watched and observed. By the time his
Dad reached the market the two men had shared what they needed to discuss and
the other man disappeared. The boy never saw any of the men.
Back in the States the day after Greg was shot, someone was
working on hacking into Greg’s phone. He was also employed by the same people
that employed the two groups of men that were in Greg’s hometown. It was
assumed the men in the SUV had failed since there was no news of Greg either
being shot, dead, or missing. Something was up and they didn’t know what, but
they didn’t like it so other plans needed to be put in place.
Later that evening “Paul” was talking to his employer on the
phone. His instructions were clear. The next morning the group in Paul’s car
headed back to Washington D.C. They shouldn’t have, but they did. The other men
who had gone to the hospital and their SUV were at the bottom of a lake two
hours away and there was enough weight in the car to keep it there for a very
long time.
The people in D.C waited. They did want to hear what Paul
had to say. They wanted some idea of any possibility that Greg might be injured
or missing. They got their news or what little there was to report. Paul and
his group went back to their homes etc waiting for their next assignment. Over
the next few weeks, they were the assignment. There were some very angry people
that Greg might still be alive.
Greg was barely hanging on. Moving him was very dangerous
and having to take him off the IVs and chance tearing open his wounds even more
was not the best care, yet for some gut feeling both Samuel and Daniel knew it
was the best plan. Separately they started to wonder who Greg may have crossed
in D.C. There were rumblings in the news about certain elements trying to
consolidate power. Did Greg cross the wrong people? Or maybe some crime syndicate?
He always supported tough anti-crime legislation. Could this have been an
organized crime hit? The Sheriff wasn’t ruling out anything, yet for some
reason this made sense to him. Or at least gave him a logical reason for the
dread he felt.
The man the little boy’s Father had spoken to had run across
some hard times. Basically, he was passed out cold on the floor of a prison
located deep within the bowels of the government buildings. Not too many people
knew there was a prison down there. Only the few that needed to know. He had
been interrogated. Since he was trained on how to be interrogated he had not
said anything as to why he was in the country. As expected this did not go well
for the man.
The division head of the internal police admired the man as
he lay on the ground. He had overseen the interrogation and knew this was a
strong man. Unfortunately, he was caught so one of two things were going to
happen in the next day or so. He would talk and die or just die. Two days later he died.
This did not bother the division head since he hadn’t
expected to get answers from him once he had sat down with him for a full day.
He was intensely curious why this particular foreigner was in his country. Just
from where he was from was high danger for the man, let alone what he might be
doing here. He had checked everything out with the little boy’s Father. He was
an idealist and when they tortured him, he too did not give details, but would
scream at him there could be something better. start mumbling or scream
gibberish about changing he future. Never said specifically what he meant,
which bothered the division head. Idealists usually spill out their thoughts so
he was very curious as to what this was all about. This warranted more
investigation, however, he had no place to start since the only two people he
knew that were involved were dead. None of his officers had ever heard the
conversation between the two men, nor could they read lips. He had put people
along the path that were good lip readers and still nothing. The division head
never realized they were speaking a different language and if he knew what
language he probably would have had an aneurysm. They were speaking Hebrew.
Both men knew they could be watched and lip readers might be employed. The man
was a spy and listened to Israel communications. The foreign man did business
in Israel. It was easier to get away with Hebrew in this country, which was
highly dangerous if anyone recognized, than the native language of the visiting
man. Many people anywhere would have recognized the language of the Great Satan,
including the lip readers. Both men knew there were others so they had hope for
a better future.
The man who spoke to “Paul” received a phone call and turned
to his boss. He just received a strange update. An agent had disappeared and
his contact at the CIA was concerned. No one seemed to know what mission he was
on and where he was, which had caused some general confusion amongst his
contacts at the agency. No one was sure what to make of it. Yet there were some
who were very distressed. These agents were not part of the agency they had
good relationships. Something completely different was going on and they didn’t
like it one bit. They paid good money to make sure things went their way.
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